Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.